The unseen spark continued burning.
Small.
So small that even the stars ignored it.
Yet the emotional resonance felt something unusual.
Not power.
Potential.
The Ancient Watcher remained motionless beyond the silver bridge.
Its hidden gaze rested somewhere farther than anyone else could see.
The Dreamer noticed.
"…You're looking beyond me."
The Ancient Watcher nodded.
"…Much farther."
Silence spread across existence.
The Ocean became still.
The Garden stopped blooming.
Even the forgotten names paused in the distant sky.
Because everyone understood.
There was another horizon.
One that none of them had ever imagined.
Echo looked toward the endless darkness.
"…Can you hear it?"
The Ancient Watcher closed its eyes.
"…Not clearly."
A pause.
"…Only the feeling."
The silver sparks gathered around Echo.
The little lights trembled softly.
As though they too sensed something calling from impossibly far away.
Then—
One silver spark separated from the others.
